We both moaned as I grew wetter. “I knew you were a naughty slut, damn Nina you are so wet now.” He lifted my leg causing me to cringe and groan.... “God Shawn I am so sore, please just fuck me than let me stretch, please,” I begged wanting him to get off and then let me loosen my sore muscles. He lowered my leg and sped up his pace as he fucked me hard and fast. I knew he was close to coming as he reached around and squeezed my clit and mauled my breast and nipple, he held me tight as he. So, I did as instructed. On the way to his office I tried to think of an idea that could get me out of doing what I am about to do, but I just couldn't think of a single thing. He closed the door behind us, and sat at his desk." We sat quietly for about one full minute, when he said softly, "come here and stand in front of me." "Out of protest I kept my mouth closed and didn't say a word, but did as told. I stood there awkwardly for about 5 minutes, yes, 5 fucking minutes, just standing there.. Sab jaag jaenge..”, He scolded me.“Sorry.. mmm sureshh”, I moaned.“Teri chut to bout tasty hai… “, he said, widening my legs and pressing his mouth wildly into my pussy.I couldn’t control myself and held on to the sofa and began moaning again, my voice increasing. He began eating my pussy deeper, licking my clit until I could not control myself and started screaming with pleasure as I reached climax and came. I coiled up on the sofa, my whole body vibrating with pleasure.After a couple of. But even though deep down in my darkest thoughts I had fantasized about making love to my son, I certainly would never do anything about it.I was a firm believer that everyone had perverted thoughts from time to time. I often wondered what middle- aged fathers were really thinking when they were in the act of kissing their pretty young daughters. I know what I usually thought about when I was kissing my son for one reason or another.But when Jennifer came home with Brad one night and he.